The Morning After

It's odd to have had a good night's sleep. It's odder still that the sun shines again, like it did yesterday when I emerged from SF General. Sunshine in San Francisco shows up at the odd times—some might say the wrong times, but that's not for me—and it's either a providential punchline or just a karmic counterweight. Either way, the initial inappropriateness of Gaia's gesture gives way to sunny smile—something that may also seem inappropriate—but I guess I've learned to take the smiles where I can get them in more tenebrous times.

Reprieve or happy ending, though, there are two people in this house still breathing, still talking, and trying to look forward again.

And I'm smiling about that.